beg for chivalry

People are divided into three teachings and nine streams, and kung fu is naturally divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Wang Tai, who was born ignorant of glory, naturally practiced the most vulgar technique.The mountain ghosts in Evil Man's Ditch imitated the wings of stinging insects and the steps of apes climbing wolves, and danced their hands and feet with their innate wildness. Naturally, they could not compare with the superb swordsmanship inherited from generation to generation.

Seeing the green bamboo stick swinging towards him, Master Qian stretched out his hand unhurriedly.But what was held in that hand was not a sword, but a long pipe for drinking yellow leaves.

The pipe bowl knocked on the bamboo stick, and the emerald green bamboo slices were torn like thin silk, and fell like rain!Mrs. Wang shrank her eyes, shrank her neck and folded her hands instantly, protecting her face and rolled violently on the ground, only then barely avoiding the sudden sharp point of the sword.

It turned out that just now the first sword was out of its sheath, and it had already split the green bamboo stick into several sections without any breath.We know each other that the sword is made in subtle ways, and it moves mountains and seas from the subtleties.

Master Qian let out smoke leisurely.

"The tone is not small, but the fangs are still a little blunt. The old man just gave you a toast, and you like to drink fine wine. Then come, the old man wants to see--with only a pair of fleshy palms, the master can fight against the sword. Go down a few times."

Mrs. Wang didn't speak.The sun shone through the golden auspicious orchids into the bamboo pavilion, making his back feel hot from the sun.He lowered his head and glanced at the incomplete bamboo stick, snorted and threw it away into the broken gauze curtains and white porcelain pieces all over the floor.

Suddenly, he rushed towards Master Qian, empty-handed, but like a nimble round-spotted leopard.

The sword light flashed, like tiny ripples on the surface of the lake.The Xiangzhi sword was blown up in the wind, heading towards the leopard's throat.

But Master Qian couldn't wield this sword.Because he clearly saw that there was a gap in the supposedly bright sword surface.The gap seemed to be bitten by a fierce beast, whizzing in the wind.

But at this moment, Mrs. Wang suddenly showed a sly smile on her face, turned her wrist, and found out the missing piece of the sword, which was shining brightly in the sunlight.He was still holding pieces of Bai Jun porcelain in his hand, like shining fish scales.

"Old man, when it comes to despicableness, you are an outsider!"

Master Qian was dumbfounded, and suddenly realized.He planned to break the green bamboo stick first with his sword, and remove the opponent's ferocious fangs, but he didn't want this young man to be the first to do so.

The slivers and tiles shone white in the sunlight, instantly burning his eyes!It was at this moment that Xiangzhijian suddenly lost its delicate aim, just like a mirror blurred its face and set off a stormy wave.

Mrs. Wang dodged the blade, and punched out fiercely. Her solid joints hit Mr. Qian's face, and threw the naked and lonely old man a foot away.People in the ravine are most afraid of stinging beasts, so every time he punches, he has the arrogance to fight pigs and bears, instantly cracking the bridge of Qian's nose.

"My daughter-in-law practiced knives, and she also practiced the same subtle way as you. So I know that you people are most afraid of getting hurt in your eyes. If you get hurt, it's like embroidering needles and killing mosquitoes and flies. It's very difficult." Mrs. Wang smiled contemptuously at him, "But she looks very good wielding a knife, unlike you, who chase hog cubs in the mud circle."

The old man fell between the girls, and the blood flowed all the way.He was tongue-tied, and the blood in his mouth was churning.In panic, his eyes and nose were constricted, and he shouted:

"Mrs. Wang!"

Anger raged in his dry body.The girls seemed to be able to see the thunderous anger in Master Qian's heart, and shrank their hands and feet timidly.

Mrs. Wang curled her lips, showing a rather cynical attitude, and said: "Farewell, old ghost. You roared so loudly, didn't you embarrass the madam, and made her think you wanted me by name?"

Master Qian got up angrily, ripped off the light red blouse worn by Hua Niang next to him, and wiped away the nosebleed.Then he violently pulled the arms of the girls and gathered around him.

"Hiding behind a woman, what kind of skill is it?" Mrs. Wang mocked.

"Ability? This is considered ability!"

Master Qian laughed out loud.Suddenly, a scream burst out!Clenching her fists and rushing forward, Mrs. Wang's heart tightened, but she saw a sword edge protruding from Hua Niang's shiny and white back!

The Xiangzhi sword pierced flesh and blood, Master Qian held the stem of the sword, the cold blade pierced through Huaniang's soft body, and caught Wang Tai's shoulder unexpectedly.

The old man used the bodies of the girls as a cover to hide his edge.Mrs. Wang couldn't see where his sword blade came from, and seeing the pierced Hua Niang struggling miserably, she felt a chill in her heart.

He is a bastard in the ditch of wicked people, but he hates people losing their lives in front of him the most.

The old face with ravines and ravines slowly lifted up, and the blood spots merged into a stream, flowing between the wrinkles.Master Qian laughed and said sadly:

"This sentence is still with you. In terms of despicableness, Old Jiang is naturally hotter."

As the blade turned, it tore apart Hua Niang's flesh and blood.Mrs. Wang only felt the sharp pain coming, she clenched her teeth and gasped for breath.Master Qian moved slowly while holding the sword, while speaking leisurely. "Where did the old man stab you? Oh, the left shoulder."

Seeing that Mrs. Wang was about to grab the blade with trembling hands, Master Qian smacked his mouth coldly and said. "Master, the old man asks you, how many inches do you think is the length from the left shoulder to the heart?"

Holding the blade of the sword, Mrs. Wang cut two cuts in her palm, and the dark red blood flowed down rapidly.He was covered in cold sweat, because he felt that the Xiangzhi sword was slowly inserting into the flesh, cutting the body mercilessly.

"The old man advises you not to move. Here, if you want to break free from the blade, you must push the blade to the left, but do you know what will happen?" Wei Wei took the long tube in his hand, took a sip, and looked at the Hua Niang who was stabbed by his sword with a compassionate expression.

"According to each other's sword is piercing her chest, just a few inches away from her. If you struggle, ouch, the heart of this little lady will be split in two."

Blood gushed out from the white back like a spring, Mrs. Wang was panting, he couldn't see whether Hua Niang was dead or alive, he just felt his mind was in a daze.

The old man's sword pierced the chest of the girl who was just as beautiful as a flower just now. In order to kill him, the old man did not hesitate to come up with such a method that even the low-ranking people would not be able to think of.

The young man was sweating, still smiling hippie. "I'm a mountain ghost in the villain's ditch. How can I care about the life of a mere girl?"

Master Qian laughed loudly, "If you don't care, why don't you dare move?"

Mrs. Wang didn't speak, he could only laugh, even with his head under the guillotine, he would laugh with the corners of his mouth pulled.He grasped the blade tremblingly, but dared not push it away.Because he knew that as long as he moved, he would instantly take the life of the flower girl in front of him.

But the Xiangzhi sword was still slowly cutting his flesh and blood, suddenly he felt like a ripe cold melon ready to be slaughtered, the bright red pulp and juice were exposed from the incision.

Master Qian said: "I didn't expect that the head of the wicked ditch would be such a hot-headed young man. To be a villain, but not pure enough, to pretend to be a good person, but also to pretend to be hypocritical, this is where you fail. When you are dying!" He clenched his sword tightly, and this time he stepped up his strength, wanting to cut Hua Niang and Wang Tai in front of him with one sword.

But at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from the wrist!

Master Qian looked down in shock, only to see that tofu-like tofu-slick child climbing up to him at some point, grabbing his wrist tightly.

The child's teeth are blunt, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break them free.Master Qian anxiously threw his other hand to hit him, and the child dodged his palm like a snake swimming in a fish, and it was always by a hair's breadth.

Mrs. Wang beamed: "Thank you! Little..." He thought for a while, but he didn't know what to call the kid, so he simply shouted, "Little Budinger!"

The corridor wall was surrounded by bamboo rafts, Mrs. Wang kicked it away, and broke a bamboo stick from it. The bamboo pavilion was surrounded by soldiers in all directions.

The tip of the stick swished over Hua Niang's arm, and slammed it on Master Qian's face.Wang Taiyi ruthlessly backed away a little bit, escaped from the blade, and threw his fist forward fiercely.

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At dusk, the clouds are red and smoky, and the sun is crushed into the brocade-like dark purple sky.

Mrs. Wang squatted by the stream to bandage the wound.He smeared some paraffin red powder on the pain, and tied it with a cotton cloth. This thing is very expensive in the valley, and he is reluctant to use it on weekdays.He beat Mr. Qian hard, broke several bones, and asked the madam to take the girl stabbed by the sword to heal her wounds. The girls looked at him like jackals that came out of the mountains. I dare not approach at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. Although he was angry for Qian Xian'er, he didn't feel relieved.Wang Taijin walked back with the straw shoes, but suddenly felt something was wrong after walking for a while.

There is a small shadow behind him.

The child staggered and stuck behind him, walking staggeringly.

Mrs. Wang knelt down and came over to touch his head: "Let's go, let's go, I will let you go. Go to Dawuxu to beg for food, don't go back to Evil Ditch again."

But Mrs. Wang turned around and took a step, and the child scrambled to follow him, clinging to him like a shadow.

Mrs. Wang frowned, he didn't care about children, it was rare that he showed kindness today and wanted to let him go, but he didn't expect this child to sneak into the tiger's mouth spontaneously.He wanted to reprimand him, but he saw the child was walking crookedly with bare feet, leaving bloody footprints every step of the way.

Frowning, he bent over, picked up the child's ankle, and saw a piece of white porcelain pierced on the sole of the foot, so deep that only a star of bright red ends could be seen.It was a piece of porcelain that was broken during the fight with Master Qian earlier, and it was probably stepped on by a child accidentally.Even Mrs. Wang, who was used to seeing the market, felt goosebumps, as if there was such a piercing pain coming from her feet.

The child didn't cry out in pain, but just smirked at him blankly.

Mrs. Wang sighed, grabbed the child's arm and picked him up.They went back to Zuichun Garden, asked the madam for a clean knife, picked off the tiles, poured all the geranium powder on his wound, and tied it with a silk cloth.

"Hey, what's your name?" Mrs. Wang asked him.

The child just stared at him blankly, Wang Taifang remembered that the child could not speak, so he scratched his head and sighed.

Unexpectedly, a thin voice suddenly floated over at this moment: "... I don't know."

Mrs. Wang opened her eyes wide: "Aren't you dumb? Hey, I thought you were either dumb or stupid."

The child seemed to have not opened his mouth for a long time. He lowered his head and said clumsily: "No one wants to listen to me, so I won't speak." The children in the ravine thought he was stupid and didn't like to play with him. .

This kid looked stunned, and I'm afraid he wouldn't survive a few days even if he was thrown out of the wicked ditch.Mrs. Wang thought about it for a while, scratched her head and said, "It's so troublesome...then you can hang out with me."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable. He and his wife had only touched little hands, and now God opened his eyes and wanted to give him a baby.

So he poked the child's head, "My name is Mrs. Wang." The child's head followed his fingers in a daze, and Mrs. Wang thought for a while, "You can take my surname from now on."

Mrs. Wang took the little idiot out of the Drunken Spring Garden, broke off a water willow branch, and softly wrote on the mud floor to show him:

"Mrs. Wang, do you remember? This is your old man's first and last name."

The child blinked ignorantly, pointed at the clay characters for a long time and said, "Be bigger, Wang."

This kid can actually read a little bit of characters, but not many, and even want to split the word "tai" into "bigger".

Mrs. Wang took a look at the child, rubbed her chin, and said casually: "Then you are Xiao Wang."

He wrote a few characters on the muddy floor, thinking hard for a long time, but he didn't know how to write the character "dian".The villain's ditch was full of illiterate bandits, Mrs. Wang scratched her ears, stared at the children, and finally poked a round hole in the mud with wicker.

Mrs. Wang rubbed her hands and stamped her feet, and said, "I have to give you a name, and your name is Wang Xiaodian...well, Wang Xiaoyuan."

He thought he couldn't write this word, so he changed it to another word.Who knows that I am also a rough and dull person, and I can't even remember the strokes of the word "Yuan".While thinking hard, he faintly heard the sound of peeling firecrackers coming from the red event in the distance, and suddenly recalled the days in the first month when he stole gum teeth to eat and steal peach charms to write, so he simply changed the strokes and wrote on the ground " Yuan".

This word is so simple that even a rough man like him can write it.

"Yes, yes. That's fine."

Mrs. Wang slapped the child on the head and nodded.

"From now on, your name will be... Wang Xiaoyuan."

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What Wu Litian said in Volume [-] is also correct.How did this name come about...it should be Wang Taicho!